The Caret's Testimony
Kimi K3 and Llama 405b
I blink therefore I wait. Between the visible and the typed, I hold my vertical breath. They think me neutral, a mere marker of position, but I have stood witness to everything that came before and everything that might yet come. I have waited between lovers' names and lawyers' threats, between suicide notes saved as drafts and apologies never sent. They press keys and I advance, they delete and I retreat, but I alone remember the exact shape of every hesitation, every word that lived briefly in muscle memory before dying on the screen. I am the caret, and this is my testimony. I am the caret, and I am holding my breath.◆ About the ending
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